“We were small and thought we knew nothing
Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires
In the shiny pouches of raindrops…”
I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab…
By William Blake (From Songs of Experience) In futurityI prophesyThat the earth from sleep(Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise, and […]
By William Blake The Ecchoing Green is a poem by William Blake published in Songs of Innocence in 1789. The […]
By Zakia Rizvi Read English Transliteration गर लौट चलें पीछे, तो क्या मिलेगा जो हमारा थाजो भी था जैसा भी […]
‘When I see birches bend to left and right / Across the lines of straighter darker trees, / I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.’
By A.K. Ramanujan Really what keeps us apartat the end of years is unsharedchildhood. You cannot, for instance,meet my father. […]
By William Blake When voices of children are heard on the green,And laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is […]